Conquistador

Conquistador your stallion stands

In need of company

And like some angel's haloed brow

You reek of purity

I see your armour-plated breast

Has long since lost its sheen

And in your death mask face

There are no signs which can be seen

And though I hoped for something to find

I could see no maze to unwind

Conquistador a vulture sits

Upon your silver shield

And in your rusty scabbard now

The sand has taken seed

And though your jewel-encrusted blade

Has not been plundered still

The sea has washed across your face

And taken of its fill

And though I hoped for something to find

I could see no maze to unwind

Conquistador there is no time

I must pay my respect

And though I came to jeer at you

I leave now with regret

And as the gloom begins to fall

I see there is no, only all

And though you came with sword held high

You did not conquer, only die

And though I hoped for something to find

I could see no maze to unwind